Me and Ryland are now, like best friends.
Rachel apparently got moved to the emergency floor, but it's said that she'll get better, so I'm not worried. I'm kinda glad that I have my own room so I know for a fact that nobody can hear me if I'm doing something stupid.
"Hey! C'mon!" Yelled Ryland, as he entered my room on his crutches without a knock.
I asked where we were going, but he said it was a surprise.
I kept asking and asking until...
He brought me and my oxygen tank in the elevator. He can't properly walk, but to my surprise, he also took my oxygen tank, and wheeled it around for me.
We've become basically best friends. He talks with me almost every, single, day.
He's my only real friend that I've ever had. Especially my only friend in New York, although I've never had one anyway.
